Eurgh! It's Wednesday. Official come-down day. I'm at work, trying to be smiley to all the people around me. They're not falling for it. Someone's already said that I look like I could do with a doughnut, and it was definitely not because I need fattening up any more. I only have myself to blame of course.
The Boyf and I went to Manchester for the weekend for Pride, which rounded off a very proud year for us. Having never been to a Pride event I was in danger of losing my GayCard so The Boyf and I did all the major ones this summer. I'd never been to Manchester before and was actually pleasantly surprised. Ok, so I didn't really see much apart from Canal Street and the inside of various bars and clubs, and much of that seeing was through a haze of alcohol and/or various drugs, but it had a really nice vibe about it. The people seemed really nice, we made some new friends, and I can't remember huge chunks of the early hours of Sunday night/Monday morning, so it must have been good. Apparently at one point a small dog freaked me out and I hid my head under The Boyf's armpit for 30 minutes, but fortunately this was in someone's flat and not in a bar.
At one point we wandered into a club (actually some sort of underground carpark with speakers) to find the place heaving with leather-clad humpies. I was initially rather intimidated, being the shy timid thing that I am (cough), but I soon got into the swing of things. In fact I was just about to get into the swing of things in a more literal way when the guys we were with decided we were leaving. Probably for the best really, as I needed to be able to sit down for the journey home.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Oh, The Suspense!
I know you're in suspense, wondering if a pregant woman gave up her seat for me. Well, the short answer is "No", but I was still in a good mood by the time I got home. Here's why...
1) A cute guy was leaving my building at the same time as me and I'd never seen him before. Hence today I can spend the time I should be working wandering around the building looking for him.
2) The train arrived as soon as I stepped onto the Tube platform, and there were seats on it! Empty ones, even.
3) I have to change to a different line, and when I did I got to sit (yes, sit!) opposite a sexy guy in shorts and t-shirt, displaying a rather lovely amount of dark arm and leg hair. Lovely shaved head and big brown eyes. Hmmm. And he kept giving me little glances, although that could be because I was dribbling.
4) It didn't rain until I got home.
5) The Boyf had made a lovely dinner and had run a bath for me!
Life was really good, up until the woman in front of me in Benjy's this morning decided to count out her change for her toast in the smallest coins possible. That was after she couldn't find her purse. I, being a (mildly autistic gay) man, had already sorted my correct money out.
Right, I'm off to find the cute guy...
1) A cute guy was leaving my building at the same time as me and I'd never seen him before. Hence today I can spend the time I should be working wandering around the building looking for him.
2) The train arrived as soon as I stepped onto the Tube platform, and there were seats on it! Empty ones, even.
3) I have to change to a different line, and when I did I got to sit (yes, sit!) opposite a sexy guy in shorts and t-shirt, displaying a rather lovely amount of dark arm and leg hair. Lovely shaved head and big brown eyes. Hmmm. And he kept giving me little glances, although that could be because I was dribbling.
4) It didn't rain until I got home.
5) The Boyf had made a lovely dinner and had run a bath for me!
Life was really good, up until the woman in front of me in Benjy's this morning decided to count out her change for her toast in the smallest coins possible. That was after she couldn't find her purse. I, being a (mildly autistic gay) man, had already sorted my correct money out.
Right, I'm off to find the cute guy...
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I Like Women, Honest.
What is it with people and ticket barriers? Actually, what is it with people and general ignorance on the Tube?
Today the woman (I use the term loosely - she looked less feminine than a bulldog in a tutu) in front of me decided to stop directly in front of the barriers and search through her bag for her ticket, thereby blocking my path and that of a large group of people behind me.
Last night another woman walked through the barrier but then stopped dead to talk to her friend (who'd also stopped at the next barrier along), thereby making it impossible for me to get through. And apparently "Excuse me" is now some sort of insult, judging by the look I got for it (and yes, I did say it politely). And then of course there are the people who push their way onto the train when you're trying to get off. A few days ago I was physically pushed out of the way by a.... hang on, yes, a woman.... as I was trying to step off a train and she was trying to get on.
So, are we seeing a pattern emerging? Is it always women who are ignorant?
I'm sure this can't be true, but you see I don't really have to spend that much time with women to really know about these things. Sure, there are plenty of girls at work, but why should I talk to them when I can be sexually harrassing the men? And my Mum's no indication of anything, other than the fact that women don't appear to have to breathe during speech. Or that she apparently has some sort of 6th sense about when to cross the road, cause she never looks and has reached the age of 71 without ever being hit by a car, as far as I know. And don't even get me started on my sister. Here's a woman who didn't speak to my parents for 8 years because my Dad said he didn't like her new haircut (it was the 80's, so I'm sure you can understand where he was coming from). It can't have taken that long to grow out.
Anyway, let's hope a nice pregnant woman offers me her seat on the Tube tonight so that I know everything's still alright with the world. I expect nothing less.
Today the woman (I use the term loosely - she looked less feminine than a bulldog in a tutu) in front of me decided to stop directly in front of the barriers and search through her bag for her ticket, thereby blocking my path and that of a large group of people behind me.
Last night another woman walked through the barrier but then stopped dead to talk to her friend (who'd also stopped at the next barrier along), thereby making it impossible for me to get through. And apparently "Excuse me" is now some sort of insult, judging by the look I got for it (and yes, I did say it politely). And then of course there are the people who push their way onto the train when you're trying to get off. A few days ago I was physically pushed out of the way by a.... hang on, yes, a woman.... as I was trying to step off a train and she was trying to get on.
So, are we seeing a pattern emerging? Is it always women who are ignorant?
I'm sure this can't be true, but you see I don't really have to spend that much time with women to really know about these things. Sure, there are plenty of girls at work, but why should I talk to them when I can be sexually harrassing the men? And my Mum's no indication of anything, other than the fact that women don't appear to have to breathe during speech. Or that she apparently has some sort of 6th sense about when to cross the road, cause she never looks and has reached the age of 71 without ever being hit by a car, as far as I know. And don't even get me started on my sister. Here's a woman who didn't speak to my parents for 8 years because my Dad said he didn't like her new haircut (it was the 80's, so I'm sure you can understand where he was coming from). It can't have taken that long to grow out.
Anyway, let's hope a nice pregnant woman offers me her seat on the Tube tonight so that I know everything's still alright with the world. I expect nothing less.
Passwords Are My Enemy
Yes, I know I've not posted anything on here for weeks now. Er, did anyone notice? Well, never mind. The Boyf and I had a little holiday and when I came back I couldn't seem to remember anything. I couldn't remember a single password to get in to the systems at work, I'd forgotten the status on just about every client I have, and more importantly I couldn't even remember my username on here (or the password). Hence, no postings. And then suddenly today it all came back to me. I can hear your whoops of joy from here. Now all I have to do is think of something to write about. Something witty with some sex in would be good I reckon. Er.... back later then.
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